What Happens in Vegas...

[James]

"Ten more minutes, Paul."
"Thanks, Shelly."

Paul sat in a brightly lit dressing room getting ready for the evening's show. He finished touching up his stage makeup, just enough to highlight his striking features under the harsh stage lighting. He got up and walked over to the coat stand beside the door and picked the long black, silk cape and top hat - standard dress for his proffession. Paul, or "Illusion", his stage name, worked as a magician and hypnotist in Las Vegas' famous Caesar's Palace hotel and casino. He had become a hit almost overnight with his remarkable abilities. Even the more experienced practicioners of his art admitted to not understanding how he performed some of his tricks.

He finished off his appearance with a pair of white gloves embroidered with black thread, a pentagram design emblazoned on the palms of the gloves, identical to the silver pendant he wore around his neck. He sat down at his mirror again, clearing the clutter from the desk in front of it. He slid a piece of paper on to the desk and began penning a letter, his handwriting elaborate though easy to read.

Congradulations on winning our sweepstakes competition for two free tickets to tomorrow night's performance by our illustrious magician, Illusion. Be amazed by astounding feats which will blow your mind!

Pick up your tickets from the box office in Caesar's Palace, Las Vegas, Nevada.

Come and enjoy VIP treatment at our world famous hotel and casino.

He paused, considering how to finish off the letter. After a few minutes of thought, he merely signed it with the hotel manager's signature. He held the letter flat in the palm of his hand and closed his eyes. The letter was engulfed in flames before vanishing from sight. He smiled to himself before going out to perform for the crowds, leaving behind the lingering smell of sulphur in his dressing room.

Meanwhile, on-board the Pandemonium, the same letter materialised on a control pannel on the bridge.

[cris]

Chris was in his personal cargo hold working on Joseph's laptop which had apparently decided it didn't need to work any more, of course a moment with Chris had fixed it as though it was good as new, literally just out of the box. Chris in all his technological wisdom had come up to the conclusion that it needed an upgrade, nothing super hi-tech of course he didn't want Joseph to have a bigger orgasm over his laptop than he did over him, but he could at least turn it into a top of the line gaming laptop with all the trimmings.

"You've got mail," Pendant's voice chimed over the intercom, in a highly familiar and to anyone who knew anything - a highly grating manner.

"Pendant, if you use zhat AOL bullshit whiz me again I am going to trap you behind a firewall for weeks." he replied, having visibly twitched how well Pendant had mimicked the voice to the letter.

"Oh sorry, perhaps I should..." Pendant put on a French accent, "Tell zhem to 'ave surrendered zhe mail."

"Oh, a surrender joke. 'Ow original, you must be American." he replied, putting Joseph's laptop down carefully and getting up to traipse off to find this supposed mail.

"America?! How dare you sir! I demand compensation! Fiend! Ungentlemanly cur!" Pendant yelled back, a highly upper class English accent. "En garde!"

"Zhat is French I zhink you will find~," Chris chimed, his voice a little sing-song at the end.

Pendant went silent, apparently deciding he had been defeated, though small muttering about 'cursed French puffs' followed him from speaker to speaker as he went. Chris just threw his head back and laughed, finally coming out into the main bridge area and finding the letter on the control panel he plucked it up and opened it, blinking rapidly when he read the contents he walked over the internal intercom and hit the button to allow himself to speak to the rest of the ship.

"Which one of you entered a competition for a free trip to Vegas to see zhe... 'illustrious magician, Illusion' and to enjoy zhe 'VIP treatment at zhe 'otel and casino?'" he asked over the internal communicator. "Whichever one of you it was, you won."

[devante]

"Jeremy, for once I will be speaking rather candidly to you. I will no longer share a room with you if you insist in bringing back those Rambunctios Harlets!" Devante stared down at Jeremy, the small penguin who could be no older than a few months due to him having his baby coat still. Jeremy stared back with his large black eyes, the right hidden by a monocle and the small tuff of furr that stuck up at the top of his head was hidden underneath the tall top hat. Jeremy lifted his right wing and opened his beak flicking the tip of his wing on the roof of his beak before swivling back around on his chair. Devante's eyes grew wide as he recoiled in horror falling back onto the bed weeping loud and dramatically. "Oh woe is me! What did I do to deserve such a dishonest son! Curse the God's I was given but one! Why was I given but one?!" As he burried his head in his folded arms Jeremy turned around with a clear look of sadness on his puffy face. Slowly descending his chair he waddled over to Devante rubbing his head against the sleeve of his arm. Devante peeked up and looked down at Jeremy before sweeping him up into a hug and taking off the top hat from the penguin. "I knew you cared Jeremy my dearest, you can have as many nymphomaniacs, painted women and streetwalkers, strumpets as you wish! But do make sure they atleast enjoy a casual quietude powwow with me during the Cockrow. You know? Powwow? The old jive, pillowtalk, gab, yak, repartee?"The top hat grew in size in his hand enough to fit snuggly on Devante's head. Placing Jeremy inside the tophat he quirked a brow as he stared at the seemingly empty hat. "What do you mean they wouldn't wish to talk to me? I make lovely company. How peremptory! I'm not sure I like you hitting puberty Jeremy." Placing his hat on his head with a sweeping motion Devante clapped his gloved hands standing tall, his right hand ran across the rim of his tophat as if smoothing it. "Now then... Time for some vexatious convival."


As silent as a ghost Devante towered over Chris standing behind him with his shadow cast to the right meaning that he was rather unoticable as he gazed down at the crown of the mans head listening in to the conversation with his grin that seemed to stretch from the right side of his cheek bone to his left. Leaning down so his head was hovering over Chris's shoulder as he was talking into the communicator about the tickets to Las Vegas, before his finger lifted off the communicator he whispered in a repetitive monotone voice "OmnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomOmnomnomnomnomnomnomnom